As for Su Cheng, he also kept in touch with Fu Han every day, yet they never video-called; it was just the same couple of sentences back and forth each day.
After all, boys do not talk as much as girls.
The clean and orderly Oiland Road was flanked on both sides by towering trees of unknown species that blocked out most of the sunlight, so even looking up at the sky wouldn't be dazzling.
The black-clad driver flipped to a soothing music track, and life seemed to slow down completely.
Fu Han cracked the car window slightly, letting the wind rush in and mess up her hair. She pushed the strands that blocked her vision behind her head, her eyes unwavering as she gazed outside.
This place was very different from the bustling city; you could walk for half a day without seeing a soul. Apart from the local residents, most people in town were tourists here for a visit. From the Fu Family's resort house to this place, they had seen so few people they could count them on two hands.
